After Samson left the yards, he heard Thomas, and Gordon debating on who was the fastest.
Thomas: I can go really fast uphill.
Gordon: Only because you have those light out of date coaches, Annie, and Clarabel. If you had express coaches like me, you would never go fast at all.
Samson: But I could.
Gordon: Pfft, rubbish. No engine is as strong as me. Especially tank engines.
Samson: I'll prove you wrong. I am faster, and stronger then both of you combined.
Thomas: But we're talking about speed.
Gordon: You can't get that without power.
Henry: *Arrives* Samson-
Samson: Not now, this is an important conversation. I must prove my points, and show Thomas, and Gordon that what I'm saying is true.
Thomas: But, all you said was that you were faster, and stronger then me, and Gordon combined.
Samson: Exactly. You two will never stand a chance against me.
Henry: Not if I have anything to say about it, but first we gotta pull a freight train together. *Couples up to Samson, and pulls him away*
Samson: No! Leave me alone! I must be a part of this argument!
Thomas: Bye Samson.
Gordon: Bye Samson.
Thomas: Don't come back until you finish your work.
Thomas, and Gordon continued on with their work, but they started arguing again at the sheds.
Thomas: I'm the fastest. Everyone knows that.
Gordon: No they don't.
Thomas: Yes they do.
Gordon: No they don't!
Thomas: Yes they do!
Sir Tophamm Hat: *Arrives* What's with all the shouting?
Thomas: Gordon thinks he's faster then me.
Gordon: It is true.
Sir Tophamm Hat: I think a race is in order. I'll make the preparations, and you two can have your race next week.
Thomas: Next week?!
Gordon: Sir, that'll take too long.
Sir Tophamm Hat: You'll have to be patient. I'll see if others would like to race as well. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go play golf.
Gordon: At 9 PM?
Thomas: And since when did you start playing golf?
Sir Tophamm Hat: Just now. *Walks away*
To be continued
Thomas: I can go really fast uphill.
Gordon: Only because you have those light out of date coaches, Annie, and Clarabel. If you had express coaches like me, you would never go fast at all.
Samson: But I could.
Gordon: Pfft, rubbish. No engine is as strong as me. Especially tank engines.
Samson: I'll prove you wrong. I am faster, and stronger then both of you combined.
Thomas: But we're talking about speed.
Gordon: You can't get that without power.
Henry: *Arrives* Samson-
Samson: Not now, this is an important conversation. I must prove my points, and show Thomas, and Gordon that what I'm saying is true.
Thomas: But, all you said was that you were faster, and stronger then me, and Gordon combined.
Samson: Exactly. You two will never stand a chance against me.
Henry: Not if I have anything to say about it, but first we gotta pull a freight train together. *Couples up to Samson, and pulls him away*
Samson: No! Leave me alone! I must be a part of this argument!
Thomas: Bye Samson.
Gordon: Bye Samson.
Thomas: Don't come back until you finish your work.
Thomas, and Gordon continued on with their work, but they started arguing again at the sheds.
Thomas: I'm the fastest. Everyone knows that.
Gordon: No they don't.
Thomas: Yes they do.
Gordon: No they don't!
Thomas: Yes they do!
Sir Tophamm Hat: *Arrives* What's with all the shouting?
Thomas: Gordon thinks he's faster then me.
Gordon: It is true.
Sir Tophamm Hat: I think a race is in order. I'll make the preparations, and you two can have your race next week.
Thomas: Next week?!
Gordon: Sir, that'll take too long.
Sir Tophamm Hat: You'll have to be patient. I'll see if others would like to race as well. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go play golf.
Gordon: At 9 PM?
Thomas: And since when did you start playing golf?
Sir Tophamm Hat: Just now. *Walks away*
To be continued